Tuesday, February 26, 2013

I have the funniest child ever.
The other night she woke up and came to the bedroom, crying: Mommy I forgot daddy's name and I can't find it. Help me please! (it was 3 am)

In the morning, when she wakes up and comes to my bed, she says: Wake up, sunshine, it's morning, it's sunny outside (nevermind the pouring rain), wake up, hurry and go play!

Today, she auditioned for a commercial. She was oh so shy (unusual) and they had to ask her what her name is. The fourth time, she got upset and yelled: Pincess Bacun! Haha, that should get her the part because the guys almost died laughing.

When I lock myself in the bathroom, she comes and tries to get in, while shouting: Lemme in, it's me, Moesha... (well duh, who else it could be)

She calls everything and everyone "my friends". Even #2. And counts it, too.

She has a boyfriend at school. She is in love. Once she came to him and said Hi Cory, I have crayons and playdough in my house.

She loves her daddy. The most when he's at work.

Looooooooooooooves chasing bubbles with friends outside.

Looooooooooooooves swimming. She is passing levels like there is no tomorrow and people stop to look at her and smile. Her specialty is swimming under water.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Not what you would expect. Our adoption agency shut down due to financial difficulties. We do not know where to go from here and what will happen with our file and how much more unexpected expenses we will be asked to come up with. And will there be a baby in the end?

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Little Moesha was the cutest kitten ever. First, we went to the mall, that's where she first saw me in my costume (haha, I just colored my face) She was in disbelief and kept asking Mama, mimi? (Mimi is the name of our cat aka the word for every cat out there)

I explained her what she needs to do: Say trick or treat, hand our your bag and get a candy. She was not too sure, but when she got the first prize, oh my! She did not want to move on and wanted to get more and more. After all, why bother, if this auntie has a full bowl, no?

She eventually grasped the concept. We beat the rush by starting kinda few stores ahead. There were no line ups except those two main ones. We went last year and it was crazy because we were waiting in the line. Moesha was just over a year old, busy as ever and she was really hard to contain, and it was two of us last year. Someone also kicked her and another kid stood on her foot in the rush and I did not want to subject her to that again. This year was really sweet and calm and she had lots of fun.

After we got home, we walked around our complex. Some units in our complex do wicked job with decorating. We also walked around our neighbourhood, joining random groups. Moesha learnt to climb up the stairs, knock on the door, look up when they opened (she looked really small), say Tlickle tlee very quietly, and when they handed her candy, she grabbed it with half of their hand and ran back to me without thanking them. It was soooooo funny! I carried her basket. She got some awesome goodies, like playdough, dolls, Life ice cream chocolate (who buys those, even if they are on sale!) She was scared to go to some houses and kept asking Mama, help? We were out for close to 2 hours and she walked the whole time.

But the funniest things happened today. When she woke up, she stood at her crib and screamed Tlickle tlee! Everytime she would see the bag, she wanted to go again. She woke up at 10 and didn't have nap and in the afternoon she went to go Go Bananas for some added exhaustion. Mission Impossible. This little baby woke up at 9, one hour into her sleeping and wanted to go Trick or Treating. Again.

Friday, October 28, 2011

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE, your mom only has oneeye!’ I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ‘ If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’ My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, ‘How dare you come to my house and scare my children!’ GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!’ And to this, my mother quietly answered, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,’ and she disappeared out of sight. One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear.

They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have. ‘My dearest son, I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. With all my love to you, Your mother.’ Friends Just Dont Read it ....Please share it too By clicking Share Button below...Share it If you learned Something and Love your Parents. Lets See How Many Peoples Share this pic With Others.

You obviously cannot transplant the eye, so the story is questionable, but it has an amazing moral. For Facebook discussion about this, click here.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Baby Moesha has an urinary tracht infection. She peed at 6.30 and I thought it's kinda redish as if there is a blood in it, but there was no blood on the paper. We got home at 7 and she had blood stains in her underwear and screamed she needs to go pee but wouldn't go. We went to the ER at around 10. At 10.30 I was able to collect her urine sample, as I knew they would have to test it and it would take couple of hours. But instead of taking it, they said to hold on to it. By midnight I started freaking out -they took every one inside already including those that came after us, WTF and why does it always happen to us! - the nurse said they had many emergencies and children in trauma (but they would still let them wait for an hour or so if it was such an emergency) Only then they would take the urine sample from me and send it to the lab. So no matter how hard I tried to avoid the waiting for the results AFTER we got to see the doctor, it just still happened. According to my plan, they would take it at 10.30 and when the doctor was ready to see us, he would have the results in hand by the time he came. Which also saves him tons of time and phone calls and re-reading the chart everytime he changes a patient. Like this, we still had to wait until 2.30 am (because an hour it takes to test it, is actually 2.5 hours after midnight when they have fewer stuff in the lab) I knew we will wait a long time in the ER, but I also reasonably tried to make it shorter but they are I guess not that bright to click.

Fortunately my husband left work early and came to help, and eventually took her home which was a great idea. She didn't have to be there after all. I got the prescription, stopped in the pharmacy on the way home, gave her two doses already and she's instantly feeling better.

On a positive note, this was the doctor, who Im sure was on duty when baby Moesha was hospitalized at 7 days old because of the severe jaundice. He is hot ! Too bad I only realized its him when I left cause Id totally ask him out. Haha (j/k) Too bad he wasn't on duty a day later when we were released because we'd end up in in his pediatrician care as patients (we are with another dr now)

And on a second positive note, baby Moesha started saying "baby kaahyee" (crying) in the hospital and she wanted me to tickle the Nemos painting on the wall the whole time. She was an angel throughout the whole experience, which actually caused me to bring up a concern of her being lethargic (as she's unusually wild and lively child)